You are old, father William," the young man said,
"and your plays should by now be quite dated,
but nothing else sets off such sparks in my head.
Tell me, how were these glories created?"
"I don't know what you mean by 'glory,'" Alice said.
Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously. "Of course you don't--till I tell you. I meant 'there's a nice knock-down argument for you!'"
A shepherd's daughter,
and what to her adheres,
which follows after,
is the argument of Time.